Explain my friend How the mighty falls again Hubris unbound Found my comfort within pain
Accept your errors clear the score Prove you’re wiser than before Enkindle dreams left unmade When all I touch bursts into flames
My life is to be a private funeral to see The ship has run aground there to always anchor me
You’ve got a lot of nerve The only enemy Has a face that looks like me A nihilist to the end
You forced me to go under When in darkness I thrive Well laid plans torn asunder Fed to goats by my side ~Cromer, Rohrbough~ My life is to be only a catastrophe A war that ends in silent shallow victory
You have got a lot of nerve The only enemy Has a face that looks like me A nihilist to the endTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
